“Has he been captured?”
Robin Bailey smiled. “Now it depends on Ferdinand Braton’s ability to make Stuart Holt crack. Once he cracks, there will definitely be a loophole.”
“Boss, should we find a way to inform Stuart Holt’s parents and let them notify Stuart Holt?” Jeff Reczek asked from the side.
It wasn’t about using Stuart Holt’s parents to threaten him. It was mainly because they were afraid that if Grover Holt was captured, they wouldn’t be able to reach Stuart Holt.
“No need,” Robin Bailey shook his head. “Grover Holt is just an ordinary person. How could he withstand severe torture? If he really can’t take it anymore, he doesn’t even know where I am. He can only call Stuart Holt for help. Besides that, he doesn’t have anyone who can shake Ferdinand Braton’s position.”
“Alright, I’ve already deployed people near Ferdinand Braton. They can track anyone’s movements,” Jeff Reczek reported.
“Good,” Robin Bailey nodded. “Now we just have to wait for Grover Holt to speak up.”
And at that moment…
“Ah…”
Grover Holt was brought by Ferdinand Braton into his villa, then taken to the basement and tied up. The bodyguards whipped him harshly, and soon blood splattered everywhere.
Grover Holt screamed in agony.
“Tell me, where is Patrick Bailey?” Ferdinand Braton stood nearby, while the bodyguards continued to whip Grover Holt mercilessly. Ferdinand Braton questioned him with a malicious tone.
“I don’t know,” Grover Holt cried and screamed. “I don’t know. I really don’t know. Where should I go to find Patrick Bailey for you? Didn’t I tell you on the phone that Patrick Bailey was at Akita Manor? Why didn’t you find him and instead came to beat me? I really don’t know where he is. Why are you beating me?”
“I don’t know, hit him,” Ferdinand Braton said sternly. “Grover Holt, this time, I believe you are a loyal person. But even if you are loyal, today I will find out the whereabouts of Patrick Bailey. Hit him.”
Ferdinand Braton exploded in anger.
The bodyguard struck with the whip.
A loud crack.
It landed on Grover Holt’s body, causing his eyes to nearly pop out. He curled up in pain, screaming, “Ah… It hurts so much… I really don’t know where Patrick Bailey is… I’m not loyal…”
“You’re pretending. Hit him again,” Ferdinand Braton ordered the bodyguard.
Whipping someone was incredibly painful. With each strike, Grover Holt felt like his soul was in agony. He completely broke down, saying, “I’m… not loyal… I’m a bad person…”
“Wow, still pretending. Keep hitting him, beat him to death,” Ferdinand Braton commanded the bodyguard.
Grover Holt’s mental state crumbled.
To hell with loyalty.
To hell with finding someone.
To hell with pretending.
I really don’t know, damn it!
Grover Holt screamed in his mind, but he felt the pain from his soul with each strike. In the end, he couldn’t bear it anymore. His body was beaten to a bloody mess. “I… confess… I confess…”
He couldn’t hold on anymore.
He was about to die.
“He’s about to call his brother; someone is definitely going to die.”
“Exactly.”
Ferdinand Braton’s deeply furrowed brow suddenly relaxed. He had been observing Grover Holt’s demeanor all this time, thinking that he might have made a mistake. Grover Holt had been beaten to this extent and still hadn’t said anything. Ferdinand Braton thought he truly didn’t know.
But now, it seems he does know.
Just as I suspected.
My judgment was correct.
This Grover Holt is indeed a loyal person. He allowed himself to be beaten like this to protect Patrick Bailey. However, under his own severe torture, he eventually gave up.
“This is a smart move. What’s the use of protecting him?” Ferdinand Braton walked over, grabbed Grover Holt’s bloody hair, and leaned in closer. He said, “Tell me, where is Patrick Bailey?”
“I don’t know.”
Grover Holt had just finished speaking when a glint of menace flashed in Ferdinand Braton’s eyes. But the next second, Grover Holt continued, “But, give me the phone, and I can call Patrick Bailey. I can ask him where he is.”
“That’s more like it.”
A smile appeared on Ferdinand Braton’s face, and he beckoned, “Someone, install his SIM card and bring me that phone.”
“Yes.”
Someone immediately went to retrieve it.
In no time, they brought the phone and placed it near Grover Holt’s ear. Following his familiar phone number, Grover Holt dialed and, with all his strength, said, “Brother, Ferdinand Braton wants to kill me… I’m going to die… Save me…”
Each word was accompanied by heart-wrenching tremors.
Upon hearing this, Ferdinand Braton snatched the phone and slapped Grover Holt across the face, splattering blood with his blow. Meanwhile, a voice came from the other end of the line, “Ferdinand Braton, what are you doing? The Holt family has no grudges against you. Why did you capture my brother?”
“Your brother is hiding the person I’m looking for. If he doesn’t confess, I can’t do much either,” Ferdinand Braton replied, spreading his hands.
If he doesn’t confess, I can’t do much either.
“Who is this person?” Stuart Holt’s anxious voice came through the phone.
Stuart Holt could even hear Grover Holt crying.
One can imagine that if a grown man cries so miserably, it must be due to something heart-wrenching. Stuart Holt probably had a good idea of what Ferdinand Braton had done.
“Patrick Bailey,” Ferdinand Braton uttered those two words. “He’s hiding Patrick Bailey, my mortal enemy. Do you understand?”
After saying that, Ferdinand Braton hung up.
Then Ferdinand Braton looked at Grover Holt and said, “Kid, I’ve already beaten you like this. Even if I release you now, it won’t make a difference. The Holt family can either resent me or continue to resent me. So, either you disclose Patrick Bailey’s whereabouts today, and you won’t leave here. Your brother will join you soon.”
Ferdinand Braton became ruthless.
To reach his current position, he wasn’t some saint. It’s possible that there might have been a misunderstanding since he still hadn’t obtained the desired outcome. Grover Holt truly didn’t know what had happened to Patrick Bailey.
But he had gone this far, so he had to follow through.
If Grover Holt is released, the Holt family will also resent him. Instead of being resented in the future, it would be better to take him down now, either by direct force or by using covert means. It’s not like this Stuart Holt is some important figure anyway. He’s just a chairman appointed by foreigners. It’s not a big deal. If they are wiped out, so be it.
“No… no… no…”
Grover Holt’s entire body trembled, his pupils contracted, and he frantically shook his head.
“Continue beating him until he confesses Patrick Bailey’s whereabouts. By the way, isn’t Stuart Holt currently in the borderlands? Make sure he reveals Stuart Holt’s location as well. We have to eliminate Stuart Holt, so that there will be no future troubles.”
Ferdinand Braton waved his hand and made the arrangements.
Since they’ve gone this far, they have to kill them all to prevent any future troubles.